Recently, we spent two weeks at the Florida house. The first week was all Carter cousins, all the time, plus Nana and Granddad and then....poof - no one but us for the second week. I'd say the silence was deafening but I'd be lying, since Jellybean has taken to yodeling (singing? YELLING? unsure the english language has quite the right verb for that behavior) at the top of her lungs. But I digress...
The last night of our vacation we went to a birthday party. For an adult. With, like, other adults and adult beverages and OMG we did NOT have to talk to our kids the whole time. Instead we benevolently let them play with our friends' kids, and enjoy the company of someone other than their parents. I.e., we totally ignored them (in a safe environment) and it was awesome!
One of the guests, a good friend of the host and hostess, was an unmarried guy who clearly was entertained by Jellybean's antics.
She must have picked up on this early, because about 30 minutes into the evening, she wandered out to the porch with her milk, set it down, and told him in a VERY serious tone of voice that "you know, tiredness RUINS me." The deadpan look on her face solemnly conveyed that she was - and I mean really, truly, honestly was - ultra-serious about this matter. And then, you know, wandered out again.
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